ld let me go: and had I not appeared quite regardless of
all he said, and resolved not to stay, if I could help it, I know not
how far he would have proceeded; for I was forced to fall down upon my
knees.

At last he walked out with me, still bragging of his honour and his
love. Yes, yes, sir, said I, your honour is to destroy mine: and your
love is to ruin me; I see it too plainly. But, indeed, I will not talk
with you, sir, said I, any more. Do you know, said he, whom you talk to,
and where you are?

You may believe I had reason to think him not so decent as he should be;
for I said, As to where I am, sir, I know it too well; and that I have
no creature to befriend me: and, as to whom I talk to, sir, let me ask
you, What you would have me answer?

Why, tell me, said he, what answer you would make? It will only make you
angry, said I; and so I shall fare worse, if possible. I won't be angry,
said he. Why, then, sir, said I, you cannot be my late good lady's son;
for she loved me, and taught me virtue. You cannot then be my master;
for no master demeans himself so to his poor servant.

He put his arm round me, and his other hand on my neck, which made
me more angry and bold: and he said, What then am I? Why, said I,
(struggling from him, and in a great passion,) to be sure you are
Lucifer himself, in the shape of my master, or you could not use me
thus. These are too great liberties, said he, in anger; and I desire
that you will not repeat them, for your own sake: For if you have no
decency towards me, I'll have none towards you.

I was running from him, and he said, Come back, when I bid you.--So,
knowing every place was alike dangerous to me, and I had nobody to run
to, I came back, at his call; and seeing him look displeased, I held my
hands together, and wept, and said, Pray, sir, forgive me. No, said he,
rather say, Pray, Lucifer, forgive me! And, now, since you take me for
the devil, how can you expect any good from me?--How, rather, can you
expect any thing but the worst treatment from me?--You have given me a
character, Pamela; and blame me not that I act up to it. Sir, said I,
let me beg you to forgive me: I am really sorry for my boldness; but
indeed you don't use me like a gentleman: and how can I express my
resentment, if I mince the matter, while you are so indecent? Precise
fool! said he, what indecencies have I offered you?--I was bewitched
I had not gone through my purpose last Sunday night; and the